I found myself in a Potter's tent. Just outside the tent was a makeshift, wooden potter's wheel used for demonstrations. His name was Gary, a well-bui...t sandy-haired guy in a tight tank-top. He looked about thirty-five years old. His pottery was very nice but it was difficult to examine the work because my eye kept returning, for some reason, to his arms. I found them captivating. They were smooth and hairless with thick ropes of defined muscle and prominent blue veins. They certainly weren't. But she made no move to pull away! The sales manager grinned eagerly, knowing he had won, that she would be his, and he ran his thumb over her rock-hard nipples, his heart pounding in his chest and his cock leaping in the cage that was his shorts and pants.A warning scream tried to penetrate the fogged, drugged lethargy which inundated Cindy Jamison's mind, tried to warn her that something was going to happen if she didn't pull away. And yet, unexplainably, his hand on her breast felt good.... ”Joan hiked up her skirt to reveal she was not wearing any underwear. However a thin pink piece of plastic jutted out from between her legs and disappeared into her shaved pussy.“It’s a remote controlled vibrator!” Joan beamed. You can set the power level by an app on your phone.”“‘Well, I’d pay a dollar to see that!’“ Michael joked.“We tried it out on the way over.” Barbara giggled. I didn’t set it any higher than 3 as Joan was driving and I didn’t want to cause a wreck.”“Well it definitely. The next slap came hard on my ass and again made me push forward but I was so close to the wall and Mr Manning’s face that I had nowhere left to go. I was trapped, by him, my need to cum and by not wanting him to finger fuck my ass.‘Relax now Little one, or I’ll make it hurt worse until you beg and scream for me to stop’ I felt him say the words as his mouth moved buried in my pussy lips. The words were muffled but I understood what he had said. I tried to relax and go limp like before but.
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